adulting

I have no idea what I’m doing. On any given day, at any given moment, I am so thoroughly and genuinely confused about what is happening.

When adultification overtakes a person to the point that they forget the importance of play, it’s easy to lose touch with the deeper layers of their own life-force.

I’m soon approaching 30, I feel so behind in life in comparison to friends. I feel like I’m old and the best years of my life were wasted on an illness.

It never occurred to me as a single woman that every day I was learning how to be self-sufficient. That's what building my own Ikea bed taught me.

I’d like to teach a high school class called “Sh*t You Should Know To Be An Adult.” There's so much you should've learned in high school.

Learning to break down huge obstacles is an act of self-care that is sometimes easier said than done. Occasionally, you have to call in the help of others to help you step back and see the big picture, break it down, and allocate time and ideas to each task or activity.

Even the best-laid holiday plans can descend into chaos, but if it’s any consolation, just about everyone has a ‘Christmas fail’ story to share.

I’ve always loved that saying, “fake it 'til you make it.” When I was a young professional (inexperienced employee) sitting in my career station (small cubicle) working hard (emailing friends), I learned a lot about how to make it in the world (pretended like I knew what I was doing). Turns out not much has changed. Now that I’m a mother, I’ve entered a whole new world in which I must fake it till I make it.